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The Edging Game

Thought I’d take a quick second to share a game that Joy and I played the other night. It’s called “the Edging game”, and I have to say we had a lot of fun together playing it.

Note that this is a completely vanilla game. Any couple can play, whether you are into spanking and bondage or not! My belief, stated in many previous posts, is that you can’t be all whips and chains and serious Domination all the time–sometimes you simply have to lighten things up and just enjoy each other. This game is a good activity for the “lighten up” nights. The rules are simple, and kind of remind me of the TV Gameshow, “The Price is Right”.

Each member of the couple tries to bring the other to the edge of orgasm as often as possible, without making them tip over the edge into coming. If you make your partner come, you immediately lose. Toys of any type are permitted. The game lasts for an hour, and whoever has the highest “edge total” at the end, wins.

Of course, judging is a bit subjective–after all, how do you know for sure your partner is truly at the edge, and will they agree with your judgement? However, bear in mind that you are playing to have fun together, so while a bit of competition adds some spice and humor to the activity, whoever comes out on top, you both end up winners.

Here’s how things played out for Joy and I. We started out each determined to be the winner. (Have I mentioned that Joy is a bit competitive?) A brief period of wrestling ensued, ended by deployment of the ultimate weapon…tickling. (I didn’t play fair…have I mentioned that I am a bit competitive?) That put me securely on top of Joy, where I used fingers and a vibrator to lift her higher and higher, while she first struggled, then succumbed to enjoyment. However, I was able to stop in time, and from that point forward, an interesting and somewhat wonderful dynamic took over. I suspect the same might hold true for almost any couple that plays this game.

Because I needed to let Joy cool down a little or risk pushing her over the edge, that gave her the opportunity to take the initiative. And when she did…well, like I said, I had to wait for a little while, which let me have the time to begin to enjoy what she was doing to me, which made me much less interested in stopping her and taking over again…right up until she left me hanging, right there, just before I exploded.

But then, of course, she needed to let me cool down, and after gathering myself for a moment, I took control back again and started her up Pleasure Mountain once more. And we repeated this cycle several more times during the course of the hour.

The cool down requirement enforces a sort of turn-taking behavior in players, and that made this game both fun and funny. We laughed a lot, in between gasps and shudders, and by the time we were through, both of us were thoroughly worked up and absolutely ready to finish things for real. All-in-all, I would say this was a very fun experience, and I encourage you, friend reader, to give it a go with your partner as well.

Just because I am who I am, I will also note that it is quite easy to turn this game into something a bit darker. Rather than the couple competing with each other, the Dominant partner can simply play against himself. How many times can he successfully bring his bound-and-helpless submissive half right up to the edge and stopping her just short of climax in a 60-minute time period? Four times, perhaps? Six times? Eleven? He can try to set a new personal best each time they play, and of course, it’s his choice at the end of the adventure if he allows his partner to finally achieve her orgasm, or simply puts her to bed, sweaty and gasping, most likely with her hands restrained so that she cannot relieve her own frustration…

Enjoy yourself,

Jake

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Shopping Even a Husband Can Enjoy

The holidays are, of course, prime shopping season. Personally, I’m a typical guy–shopping really isn’t my thing. If I need an item, I’ll head to the store or mall or wherever, I’ll buy it, and then I’ll head home. The idea of “browsing” from store-to-store on the off chance that I’ll find something I like, or of visiting multiple places to check out various purchase options sounds more like torture than fun. When Joy wants me to go out shopping with her for some reason, I generally humor her, but it’s not something I look forward to.

There is one kind of shopping trip, however, that I have discovered I enjoy very much, and I highly recommend it for any husband out there! Despite your instincts, trust me when I tell you that you will enjoy it as well, and I suggest that you book a trip to the mall right away. Believe it or not, I’m recommending that you go right into the den of the lion and shop for clothing with your wife…and not clothing for you, but clothing for her. Normally that would be the worst kind of madness, but in this case, it’s not dresses or pants that you’ll be shopping for. This time you’ll be shopping for underwear.

I have a bit of an advantage because our arrangement gives me the right to select Joy’s undergarments. We actually went through her pantie drawer awhile back and reviewed each pair, and I tossed all the ones that didn’t meet my approval. However, underwear shopping with Joy would be fun even without this feature, and I think it will be with your wife as well provided that she is open to allowing you to provide feedback on her potential purchases.

Specifically, you need to shop for bras with your wife. Oh, you may as well pick up some panties as well–that’s fun in its own way–but the thing is, women aren’t supposed to try on panties before they buy them. It is absolutely expected, on the other hand, that a woman try on a bra before purchasing it. Not doing so would be stupid, as bras need to fit intimately, and each woman has her own unique form.

And here’s where the fun comes in. Provided that a certain amount of discretion is used, Joy and I have found that most department stores will permit me to go into the dressing room with her to assist and provide feedback as she tries the bras on.

Now you can see why both Joy and I like this kind of shopping, and why I expect you would as well. Imagine having your wife in a semi-public place stripping off her top and trying on various and sundry brassiers, each of which you have selected because you thought she would look sexy in it. You viewing satisfaction is guaranteed! A certain amount of touching and caressing is bound to happen, and if the odd nipple finds its way into a mouth once in awhile, well, what’s the harm? Frankly, there is ample opportunity for more action than that, but do me a favor–remember the need for discretion or the stores will institute some kind of females-only policy and you’ll ruin the fun for the rest of us.

It’s good for the stores to permit this sort of thing as well. Joy and I walked out that day with at least four bras and a dozen pairs of panties, far more than Joy would have purchased on her own. The store was happy because it made a sale, I was happy because I was all hot and bothered and could hardly wait to see Joy in her new underclothes when we got home, and Joy was happy because she was all hot and bothered and anxious to wear her pretty new unmentionables, both for me in a fashion show when we got home, and later, out to work or to the grocery. It makes Joy feel pretty to have something sexy on under her everyday clothing, and we picked up some exquisite additions she could to add to her top drawer.

Underwear shopping is now something we do together every six months or so, and we both look forward to it. Oh, sometimes we wind up frustrated if we get some overzealous clerk at the store who feels that it’s not permissible to allow a man into his wife’s dressing room, but that’s easily solved–we just go to another store. My advice is to focus on the larger stores–Macy’s, for instance, or Neiman Marcus–and it’s best to go when it is not overly crowded. Boutiques tend to be more difficult, as the dressing rooms are smaller and the clerks feel they have less discretion about allowing a man to enter the fitting rooms.

So next time your wife asks you if you want to go shopping, don’t make up some excuse. Instead, tell her, “Sure! But I get to pick what we shop for!” And then, spend a nice afternoon together at the mall. Trust me–you’ll have fun!

Enjoy yourself,

Jake

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A Conversation at the Grocery

Yesterday morning I went out to the grocery store to get somethings for dinner. Nothing major or elaborate–I just needed some fresh vegetables and to restock a few items we were running low on. My plan for the night was to cook a stir-fry, so one of the ingredients on my list was fresh ginger root for the sauce.

Now, for those who have been following along, we use ginger root for more than stir-fry at our house. It plays the chief role in “figging“, which is one of Joy’s favorite D/s activities. Even though I had no special plans around figging for the weekend, whenever I shop for ginger I always take this potential use for the root into account. Therefore, rather than being one of those people who breaks off a little piece from a larger “hand” of ginger, I’m the opposite–I look for big roots, ones that are thick and sturdy so that they will fill Joy’s bottom nicely and won’t accidentally break off during use. The store I visited had only a marginal selection, but finally I found a hunk I thought might do and put it into my basket and continued on with my list.

When I arrived at the checkout line, the cashier ringing up my groceries was young…I’m going to guess maybe 22 or 23. She had blonde hair and a fresh, innocent face, and she was both polite and friendly as she greeted me while I put my purchases on the conveyor belt to be rung up. I futzed with my credit card for payment while she did her job, and she made conversations–nice weather, etc. But then she got to the piece of ginger.

“My goodness,” she remarked as she put it on the scale. “This is a big piece of ginger! Most people buy little pieces.”

I was still distracted with the payment keyboard and so didn’t think much about my answer. “Actually, I was looking for a bigger one.”

“Really?” she replied. She looked me straight in the eye, a smile on her face. “What do you do with it?”

I want you to know that I was very tempted to give her a straight answer. I saw my choices laid out in front of me, option A and option B. I studied her face, looking for any hint of secret knowledge that might lead me to believe she knew what use I might have for ginger. She didn’t look away–her gaze was forthright, friendly and direct. And so I chose option B.

“Asian cooking,” I answered. “I’m making stir-fried chicken tonight.”

It was an honest answer–that’s where part of the ginger root went. And another part went towards making Joy gasp and whimper and thrash this afternoon as my hand came down on her bottom and her natural reaction clenched her muscles around the ginger, intensifying its effect.

I’m sure I made the right choice–there would be no reason to tell the checkout girl the truth. But I have to confess that part of me still wonders–did she know what she was asking about? All sorts of people enjoy the pleasures of BDSM. She was awfully young, but could she have been one of them?

Enjoy yourself,

Jake

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